Every morning, I swim

In the electric blue ocean of your eyes

The waters perfect

Like summertime moonlight

In a childhood memory

Forever at the tip of your fingers

And it hurts

Like a sad song

To melt into your abyss

Swimming the dark caves

Of your mad, mad soul

Always looking away in the end

Because I feel maybe

God never intended us

To see each other from the inside out

But then you say my name

Like a prayer

Like it’s the only name you know—

And I know it’s ok

You swim in my eyes too